I don't think I'm sleeping tonight.

So I've been looking back at these old blogs-o-mine. I feel like gagging. I hate reading them. They're so somber and pissy and angsty and moody.

I'm not always that grumpy.

In fact, I hardly ever am. I'm usually a glowing ball of sunshine.

But its weeks like this that really "grind my gears". They catch me off guard and get me all mixed-up and stupid. Must...keep...smiling. Must...keep...being positive. Everything is going to be alright in the morning. Tomorrow is a new day! Hooray!


At least I'm alive. I could be dead. I could be six feet underground. I could be covered in dirt and worms just chillin', waiting for God to come around and tell me to wake up. But no, I am alive and well. I've got air in my lungs and fully-functioning organs. I've got my family. I've got it all. I LIVE IN SANTA BARBARA. Life is grand.


And everything gon' be a'ight. Praise God.